Founding Fathers Cult?

Founding Fathers Cult?

Okay so I've wanted to share this story that happened to me when I moved from Minnesota to Virginia.

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Growing up in in a big city in Minneapolis, MN. I've seen just about everything. So moving to the east coast was something I was ready for. I was moving to a small town in South Virginia. The move was hectic and over exhausting. I wanted a new start in my life.

So I finally got settled in and was curious of ways of meeting new people. There was a small coffee shop just down the block from my new apartment. So I decided to leave and go get some coffee. Maybe even find new things to do.

The Coffee shop was kinda cozy and relaxing. A lot of college students and drifters. I could tell that this was a tight community. Everyone seemed to know each other. So of course I was sticking out like a sore thumb. I noticed this guy walking around with fliers and handing them out.

He approached me and asked if I was new to the area. "Yes, just moved here a week ago," I replied. He proceeded to hand me a flier about a small music get together. "You'll love it! A lot of good people there," he explained in a very charismatic way. I told him that I would consider it. And thanked him for the invite.

The day of the event I decided to attend. What could go wrong? I guess I really didnt think it through. So I got dressed up and made my way to this festival. It was a long dirt road you had to walk down to get to it. You could see the stage lights off in the distance. While walking down the road I noticed a farm house with a large oak door. I don't know. For some reason I found it strange. But didnt pay it no mind.

I finally got there and listened to some music. Decided to buy a beer and just tried to relax. I still missed my home state. So I felt like I was in a third world country. Everyone at the festival had their own cliques and didnt seem very welcoming.

It started to get late so I started walking home. I saw the farm house and the lights were still on. This time the oak door was open a little. So I morally fought with myself. Cause I wanted to see what was going on. I knew I could possibly be trespassing and could get in big trouble. Or shot. But curiosity killed the cat. And I couldn't help it.

I walked very slow up to the farm house. I heard chanting and what sounded like arguing. I couldn't look in the window. It was too high up. So I nervously walked to the oak door. So I peaked in. And couldn't believe what I saw.

There were men standing around this big table. And they were dressed in very old clothing. From like the Revolutionary War. And wearing those old time wigs. Yelling and repeating, "For Our Freedom!" I couldn't believe it. Suddenly, a woman appeared behind me with a shotgun pointed at me. She told me to leave or she'll shot me. I glanced back and the men were all looking in my direction.

I ran. And I kept running until I got home. I couldn't sleep. What the Hell were they doing! It was the most intense and strangest thing I've ever had seen in my life.

For weeks after I swore I was being followed. I don't know if I wanted to know what they were doing. I know one thing is for sure. I'm moving. And eventually I did.

What do you think they were doing? It still bothers me to this day. I could have been killed or even sacrificed. Who the fuck knows?!

I'd like to hear your input. Help me understand.

Submitted April 15, 2019 at 01:16PM by Jeoto1

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